Tiramisu Express

Tiramisu Express

Some like it hot, some like it spicy, some like it sweet. Very seldom do I hear people who like bitter stuff. Why is that so? Perhaps they just don't want to suffer, life's would be good when one can pass the day without any worries.

People who like spicy food may be labelled as vivacious and have a zest for life and forever searching for adventures. People who like sweet food may be categorised into harmonious, contented with their lives, happy as long as there are no disruptions. What about people who like salty food? It reminds me of Chinese in the olden times who used to live on salted eggs, salted fish, salted vegetables, people who still prefer the conventional way of thinking and resist changes.

What about people who like sweet and sour food? something like sweet and sour fish? How very conflicting. Well I would think of them as harmonious but at the same time these people want to have an unconventional lifestyle.

So what are you? Do you also like sweet and sour food? If you like, perhaps you might want to start living your life in a very unconventional way.

1st stop: Sweet and sour fish

I once came across a webpage on Tiramisu and it struck me to come up the title "Tiramisu Express". Why Tiramisu, you may wonder. I chose Tiramisu not because I like the desert but because I like the way it sounds. How about the word Express? Well the inspiration comes from Agatha Christie's book titled Orient Express. The Orient Express is a luxurious train that has so many happenings going on, so that's it. That gives rise to the birth of this webpage, Tiramisu Express which houses my train of thoughts. Whenever I get inspired to pick up my pen to write, I would input the ideas and stories which I have into this webpage. Hopefully this Tiramisu Express would take off smoothly and along the way, takes you on a journey that you might have not been before and leaves an indelible impression on you. Savour the bits of Tiramisu stories as you go on. Bon appetit!

Kelly aka Ling

Foreword

2nd stop: Keyboard

Didn't know that cleaning the keyboard can be a therapeutic experience like mopping the floor. Thanks to my spoilt HP Pavilion monitor that had seen me through 5 years of net surfing and chatting in the net, I went to clean up the monitor and the wiring attached to it. Throughout the whole process at a full vertical view (no parallex error, that's for sure), I noticed that the keyboard was full of dust and dirt.

Inverting the keyboard brought down much dust and dirt accumulated in the years and that good shake-up is reminds me of a person in her quarter life crisis. A good shake shake-up is what the person stuck in a quarter life crisis needs.

Tried to use cotton buds to dig out the stubborn dust that is somehow reminiscent of Breadtalk's floss buns that had taken Singapore by storm. While digging out the "flossies" in unappealing shades of grey, I couldn't help but become hungry and long for the floss buns.

The stubborn floss just won't budge and the only thing I could think of is to get a paint brush to do the trick. Rummaged through the DIY drawer filled with screw drivers and pliers, I managed to dig out a mini paint brush with black bristles that look uncannily like my hair. Time to highlight my hair perhaps but I still stubbornly held on to the notion of being different from everybody who seem to hightlight or colour their heads in fervent colours of red and brown.

Had a hard time removing the "flossies" from the control key on the left side of the keyboard. Spent several minutes to finally floss out the "flossies". While cleaning up the control key, a thought came to my mind. If a person's stubborn idea won't go away, it will remain stuck like that flossie, too much control is no good, sometimes it would be good to let go. However, if a person were to have lesser control on his or her life, the control key is going to be stucked with dust and dirt.

Decided to buy 1 to pamper myself tomorrow by hook or by crook, be it from Breadtalk, Four Leaves, Prima Deli, who cares? As long as there's floss to commemorate my monitor cleaning day, it's all right with me.